Killin mother fuckers like as if in the end i get a prize
Cause they don't give a fuck about usbut when i start to rise
Right flows down and they might go nice
You not gone find your peace
They getting nice, they got some ice
And see that she is the real #1 prize
Your blind eyes to the prize i've dyed in mixtures/
Talking caramel with them asses like the strippers
So much for that peace prize fuckin hypocrite
And now i only listen to this hip-hop shit
Not hungry for my poetry
To legitimize the prize money
Steal your love with ease
Whatever im bored so peace
Letter to the ghetto, hold your head high
You're my grand prize only on my second try
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